there's a feeling, in the ceiling
that's dying to try
to wake me, unshake me
i just want to hide
there's a motion, in the ocean
a dark blur passing by
i can't swim, i can't sink
i'm just floating all the time
there's nothing in this city
that i'd kill to love
there's nothing in this city>
that i'd kill to love>
there's a winding, in the timing
red numbers flash 12 o'clock
there's a fuse lit so let it
refuse to slip away
drifting and sifting
clown's face symphony
this is crazy and hazy
take me somewhere in the end
there's nothing in this city
that i'd kill to love
there's nothing in this city>
that i'd kill to love>
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
